Gumshue checked his messages, not finding anything of particular note after a long shift at work in the meat world that mostly consisted of paperwork and watching one of the rookies get soundly berated by their trainer over some mistake they made, then logged into the OASIS.
The office was just as he left it - save that there was already someone in it. With locked doors, that shouldn't normally happen, and it made his instinct to be to reach for his gun. He quickly recognized his current client, however, and calmed down enough to not draw his revolver as he realized her presence was almost certainly part of the questline.
Roland's eyes narrowed just a bit as he went back and played out the previous night's conversation in his head. He never said he was going to call the next night, he was going to call 'tomorrow', and there was still more work to d--. Then it hit him.
She'd said "only tonight for now."
As soon as that bit of it replayed in his mind, Gumshue's eyes rolled and he mouthed out 'shit' silently, realizing she was absolutely right and he'd dropped the ball on that one. Still though, it was odd that she looked identical to the night previous... had she not been home at all to change? That seemed a bit odd. Regardless, he'd been the one who'd slipped up, and he shook his head before he spoke.
"You're right, ma'am. Sorry about that," he said, a rueful tone to his voice as he looked at her. "I thought to contact you once I had fully investigated, wanting to give you as complete an answer as possible, and forgot entirely that I was supposed to only worry about last night. I'm sorry. Truly."
Roland sighed as he leaned back in his chair before he continued. "I trust Petey made it home safe then? His sister mentioned something about 'getting him home to the missus' when they left the Chuckle Chamber last night." Gumshue let that little piece on the table, watching the woman for any odd behavior that could indicate otherwise before he continued. There was still something about all of this that was more than just Barb's pretty face that sat ill with him. "Best as I was able to tell, there really wasn't a whole lot unusual going on. His funny business was pretty much just that: funny. Coulda used a bit of a better choice of clothes, but to each their own."
The detective pulled out a cigarette from his pack, lighting it with a shiny flip-open lighter, then offered one to his client before he continued. "The most pertinent topic of the night seemed to be that his sister doesn't seem to be the best in pickers of gentleman callers. He doesn't seem to approve of those she spends a lot of time with. There's a waitress that says she doesn't show up consistently for his shows; she seems a little worried about him on that front, even if she was there last night, but that's about it. If there's something going on that he's doing that's unusual, it would be after he left the club with his sis; I wasn't able to follow at that point without being noticed... he'd made me by that point, at least enough to keep an eye on me if I tried to tail him... he did make it home, right?"